Kamei brushed her hair out of her face, taking a deep breath as she paused in her work. This year's crop was growing well, and there would be no hunger this winter. As she looked over the fields, she felt a slight pang in her heart as she realized how much work she was going to have to do to harvest it all before the first chills came.

She missed Samuel, his strength, his willingness to do work, his never-failing humor...everything. It had been nearly a month with no news from Zarahemla or anywhere else concerning the war with the Lamanites. The war had lasted so long...Kamei had been a girl when Samuel had left. She was a woman now, old enough to marry. Kamei wondered sadly if her brother would even recognize her after so long.

She returned to her work, busying her hands to keep her head from worrying. After nearly half an hour, she looked up from the ground again and saw a cloud of dust rising along the road. Squinting, she tried to make out who it was.

The pile of vegetables fell from her hands and she ran back towards the house, where her mother was weaving a basket in the shade of a tree. Lolthi looked up and saw Kamei barreling towards her and stood up in alarm.

"Daughter," she said, catching the girl by her shoulders and holding her there. "What has happened? Has something come into the fields to frighten you so?"

"Mother," Kamei gasped out the moment she had breath, "coming dow the road...a company of men...hundreds of them...they are lead by Helaman!"

Lolthi dropped her half-finished basket in shock.

"Where is your father? Where's Mori?"

"The southern fields," Kamei answered. Her mother nodded and raced away. Turning on her heel, her skirt and hair swishing behind her as one, Kamei ran to the road, heedless of the cries that came from the people she passed. Other girls and boys ran with her as they realized what was happening. Kamei was oblivious to it all, her eyes focused solely on the approaching men.

Samuel adjusted his helmet as Helaman ordered a halt. He stared at the buildings in the distance. The city of Ammon. Home.

"Samuel!"

The young warrior barely had time to register that his name had been called before he was tackled in a fierce embrace. He stumbled back a few steps in surprise, uncertain of what had just happened. Then he looked down and saw a familiar mane of brown hair.

"Kamei?"

When the young woman heard her name, she looked up at her older brother, blinking back tears.

Five years. Five years since she had seen him. He did not look the same: he was taller, his hair longer, and a long white scar trailing his jawline. But even seeing all these differences did not shake the feeling of absolute certainty that this was her brother. He was home.

Kamei ducked her head again and embraced him all the tighter, and this time he did not refuse the gesture, returning it with just as much enthusiasm. She could hear other cries of surprise and sobs of joy from all around and knew that other families had regained their brothers as well.

Samuel loosened his arms around her and looked her over, smiling.

"You were a child when I left," he laughed. "Who is this fine young woman I see before me? Can it truly be my sister?"

"If this beautiful woman is your sister, then I can't wait to see what my brother looks like," another familiar voice added. Kamei whirled and saw Eder standing nearby. Acutely aware that he had just called her beautiful, Kamei blushed as she realized for the first time exactly how handsome her childhood friend had become, even with scars crisscrossing his wrists.

Before her embarrassment could take root, Kamei was suddenly crushed into another hug, this one brought by an overjoyed Mori. There was no time for awkwardness because her parents joined in a moment later.

God truly is good to us when we have faith, Kamei thought, feeling safe and warm for the first time in a long time. Her family was reunited, the war was over, and she was at peace. With her family all around her, she wept silently, offering a prayer of thanksgiving to her Lord.

All was well.

And now as I said concerning faith—faith is not to have a perfect knowledge of things; therefore if ye have faith ye hope for things which are not seen, which are true.

~Alma 32:21